The-Great-One's audio Reviews on Newgrounds

[_-={Endearing Blaze}=-_]

The Fiery Silence...

The battle is over... and now three young warriors sit around a campfire. They won the battle, but fear the war. A young man of 17 looks back on his life, from learning the ways of the blade to mastering the arts of the Samurai. He remembers the betrayal he has suffered and fights now to regain his honor. Another young man of 12 sits by the fire and thinks of the other beside him, does she love him or not... is it him or is it her, what is the matter, why do I feel this way... love is still a mystery to him, but he knows why he fights, he fights to protect the one he loves. A young woman of 12 also sits by the fire she is thinking the same thing the young man of 12 is... but she fights not only to protect her love, but she also fights for vengeance.

This has a Japanese feel to it, I don't know how, but it just does... it's very superb.

MaestroRage responds:

It's an interesting story TGO. Why the young lady finds herself fighting for vengeance as well as why the three of these young people are interwoven into this story together. It speaks of such potential one could go on for hours writing tangents and background material.

I don't quite feel the Japanese vibe, though far be it from me to rule it out, there are segments which I whole heartedly agree with you.

Thank you for the review, i'm glad you liked it!

[_-={Wolf Team}=-_]

The Order Has Arrived...

I have yet now another idea for a great book thanks to you! I dare not place it here though out of fear of it being taken away.

Your song is brilliant and brings forth many images twisting and turning about my mind like shooting stars through a twilight sky, flying and going out and once they go out I find it able to take those old stars and form a new one. Magnificent work, as always.

MaestroRage responds:

I hope the book idea serves you well TGO. I know your ideas are quite fascinating, i'm sure it will be a keeper :D!

I'm glad you liked it, as well as found it a source of inspiration, I honestly did not expect that much from it, but to see it serve some purpose, gives me joy. Thank you for the review!

[_-={An Unseen Dance}=-_]

Marvelous...

I see wise men around a campfire. Their men asleep in tents as these wise men are not talking of worldy matters, but instead of the happiness they've experienced through their lives. They decide to dance about the campfire.

This song has given me so many ideas now for a nice little story to put together, (too long to fit here in fact). I leave you with a quote from the movie Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory as said by Gene Wilder...

A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.

MaestroRage responds:

It is an interesting idea TGO :D! That these memories would be so strong, so revered by would dance without restraint. Truly it becomes an unseen dance!

The quote is also very fitting, thanks for sharing it! And again for the review, i'm glad you liked it!

[[Kriz & F-777] - Taken]

Great Minds Together!

I see this as a great dance theme... although between 0:40 and 0:52 could've been a little lighter, other than that great audio! Keep up the good work!

Kr1zF-777 responds:

Thx for the review ^^ glad u like it :)

[_-={The Morning Mist}=-_]

Upon That Japanese Rain

A misty morning. Behold the standing temple, where two of heart are to be married. Inside this temple, the ceremony begins, two of heart are to become one. A beautiful time is this, where honor brings forth greatness for the middle-aged mothers and fathers, for the old and wise grandmothers and grandfathers, and for the new generation that is soon to come. A soldier and a princess... who couldn't be more happier than they are now.

You may have seen two Erhu violinists in the early morning mist and rain, but I saw this. It is amazing how two people can see different things, is that good or bad? Good because the minds of two are not equal and get grasp difference of knowledge. Bad because it is how wars are started. Superb job on this audio, I love your rain in it. Soothing and well ambient indeed. Masterful work!

MaestroRage responds:

in this case TGO, differences seen and perceived are very good. I would have it no other way. Given such a fluent, unstable platform to get imagery from, it is in fact most interesting if two people have the same image! Nobody will see the same thing to the letter, it is not possible, and growing up experiences plays a big role how things are deciphered.

So not at all, i'm very happy to see your vision of the piece, it rings true, and well. Thank you for the review, i'm glad you liked it!

[_-={Precious Seconds}=-_]

Burden of the Clock

A man waits outside the room, making his endless pace across his undecided pattern. Knowing not the tortures his wife is going through. He lights up his thirty-third cigarette. The clock on the room plays with his mind... it tells him his worries and doesn't help satisfy his emotional pain. The tick of the sound begins to make him tick in his steps, as the steps and tick are in sync with each other it makes the man more worried as insane, his mind slips slowly. The doctor busts through the door and bears the news upon the man. Life has been born again, a miracle seen in a room of science. A baby girl. The man enters and sees his wife holding his new daughter. He holds his wife and gazes upon his new daughter; a tear falls from his eye with more in line. Happiness through tears is a favorite emotion, but the clock was unjust and will still be unjust, although the man does not know this yet.

Did you put the tick in there for every single second? Because that's what I'm hearing and that was the inspiration I got for the story you have read above. I do indeed wish for you to continue your superb work. The melodies and ticks of seconds showing no matter how the melodies change in your life, time will keep pressing onward.

MaestroRage responds:

What an excellent story TGO... truly the burden of the clock here is phenomenal. The clock is always there, through bad or good, through pain or pleasure, it always keeps going. It may only stop as a means of going on is refused it, but even if one clock stops, there is an infinite number more then keep going.

To be fair, this is not just a ticking of a clock, it is also dbl bass string slaps. Which gave my clock's tick a more "old school" flavor, which is what I wanted. I also did not record each tick, I recorded to be honest, like 10 seconds worth.

Cutting those seconds up, I then put them to play with the tempo in time.

I am glad you found it inspiring enough to write a story, thank you for that, and the review! I'm glad you liked it!

[Flying Through Time]

Onward To Our Next Destination

Traveling through worlds untold to gain knowledge and strength through the quest that others would reject. As the chosen one and his men valiantly walk to their ship, they are reminded of the threats, the possibilities, the victories, the fame, and the loved ones that they're leaving behind once again.

I usually only put stories in with Classical music genres, but this is soothing, very soothing, I just had to write something to go along with it. I must say you have a certain air in your music that keeps me listening to more of your work. Another great piece by you. Keep up the good work!

Stargame responds:

That was fantastic, man! This is quite an excellent review, it's awesome that I was able to inspire someone to write about it! Thanks dude!

[_-={Subito Crudelo}=-_]

Cruelness through Love's Hate and Redemption

She enters the church and walks down the aisle, at the end stands the preacher, the bridesmaids, and the groomsmen, but she sees an emptyness up ahead for the groom is not there awaiting her...she is stopped by her mother who tells her that her husband to be has run. He left her there in an embarassment without concern over her emotions. The day she has been waiting for all her life will end in a night that nobody wanted. As she tries to slumber in her chambers she cannot so she rises from her bed, puts on her wedding dress, pulls the knife from her drawer, and ends her sorrow and sadness.

You and LadyArsenic make a beautiful team, could you send me the links or the titles of other songs you have collaborated with her. Also if it's not a hassle I would appreciate it if you could send this review to LadyArsenic somehow, I would like a response from both of you if it is possible.

Sincerely,
The-Great-One

MaestroRage responds:

heh, well there you have it TGO, one review above yours! We've collabed on a few pieces, if I am not mistaken there are 2 others on my page in which she sings

http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/liste n/74515 (Crumbling Cathedral)
http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/liste n/60913 (The Woman's Roar)

I have an old piece we collabed on, I think we should consider putting it up here, one of our first, yet one of my own favorites.

Your story also rings quite closely to the story used to create the song. However the man did not run off in my own mind, why he was unable to reach the alter, is another project, for another time, hopefully as another collab with LadyArsenic. I'll probably have to sing in that one as well, as it is the man's side of the story.

Thank you for the review TGO, i'm glad you liked it! I wish you the best on your future endeavors!

[Bosa Dreamer]

The Window of the House and Tree

As gazing upon a dove I recall of simpler matters of our world before, when those who were men fought bravely, now they cower in fear behind their Starbucks Coffee Cups. It recollects to think of how the brave knights and valiant men have turned into brave soldiers and men of only talk; action must be taken when talking has no effect. I recollect all this while sitting under a tree, however other data of thy mind shall be gathered not under this old oak, but in thy lighthouse where I may gaze outward the revolved window to see yet the same innocent dove. Not worried about what will happen to it next, but to fly towards the skies with no limit. I am reminded by said dove of our old standards that we no longer hold dear to us any longer.

A brilliant piece of work Bosa. I normally only write stories in my reviews to MaestroRage's music (it moves me so), but I had to write something for this, I do hope you understand. You've written quite the beautiful melody here and I am glad that I decided to have a listen in this spare time of mine. Thank You for such an amazing piece.

Bosa responds:

Hm..

As the years pass, I can see a change in light. My life as a farmer had ended, my life as a thinker had begun. A change in time has an effect on the whole world. Yet a dove, being there by its will, gave me the inspiration to remember what was. Yes, the world is taking a cowardice approach rather than that of honorable men once had. But, just to free my mind for once, I will watch this dove take its flight.

I thank you for this review, I would enjoy it if you gave me more to think on.

Your friend,
ßosa

[_-={Mighty Hails}=-_]

Before A Kingdom Feast

The banquet has been placed and as the happy folk music and go lucky fancy die down then brave warriors tell their king, their king, their mighty king of the battles and the wars that they went through to save the lives of this king's mighty kingdom. They come bearing sad news yet happy at the same time. For the kingdom is saved and the good king can rest assure of that, but the mighty prince, the youngest male of the young neverending youth gave his life to save his kingdom so that his king and queen may prosper. As the tales stretch onward through time a king with a lowered head and a queen with a heavy heart are seen not as disappointed, but through sadness they hide their tears. The wise have a saying "For my kingdom, I will do anything. For my king I will sacrifice my life." These powerful words can effect all and many at times. The young prince was given a toast in his honor and the banquet be honored in his remembrance for he is a hero, that no one really wanted to cheer in such a way.

MaestroRage responds:

yes, the spirit of this lad would be remembered, it is a shame it came to that, but even the king must be able to feel human emotions. That day many wives, children, and mothers held their head with pride. Some would hide their tears, others would let them out, to let the world know that there is sacrifice there, and that it is placed firmly in their hearts.

Though strength alone might have made them fighters, heart and courage had made them soldiers.

Well written TGO, well written indeed. Thank you for the review, i'm glad you liked it. I apologize for the late response.